THURSDAY 4TH NOVEMBER 2014 

LO I can write a descriptive recount of a story with a historical setting

The awful wailing of the air raid siren has finally stopped. As I walked out my dad grabbed me with an awful lot of power I thought , why did my dad grab me? he grabbed me for my safety, but still my mum was scared. She thought the bombs were still dropping. Then we all went outside. The sun smiled straight at us, like we were the luckiest people in the world. My mum was still in the shelter and tears of joy fell down my mothers face. This really was the happest day of my life.